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Amelia Boynton Robinson
by Riana St. Classis
LaRouche Youth Movement
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Amelia Boynton Robinson Changes Seattle
by Riana St. Classis
Hushed and Bashful
When people heard Amelia speak, they changed. They reacted like the mockin-bird in Dunbars poem; they hushed and turned bashful. People were rivetted, hanging on every word she said, crouching in to hear better, though she wasnt quiet, despite her age (90-something!). In the face of the fear and cowardice of her audience, of great controversy, of having venues cancelled at the last minute, in the face of poor treatment of the LaRouche organizers who had arranged the events, she calmly praised LaRouche and the Schiller Institute.
When I first met LaRouches organization, they told me about their plans to develop Africa and their plans to attack the drug problem in the cities, and I thought Martin Luther King would have liked that. I asked people if they knew of Lyndon LaRouche: Well, I heard.... Well, I heard.... they would say. Then she paused, looking straight at the audience, and continued, all these people had heard about Lyndon LaRouche, and not one person knew a thing about him! Then she addressed their fear and their littleness by telling them about the march across the Edmund Pettus Bridge on March 7, 1965, Bloody Sunday, where she was beaten and could have died.
When her talk elicited the excited and venomous declaration, by a youth, that perhaps we should take up arms to fight the system from the outside, she talked about David and Goliath, again discussing how one overcomes fear. Without belittling him, she pointed out that his response was a fearful one. Without becoming angry, he calmed down and became more reflective.
I had the privilege of being one of Amelias two guardian angels. We agreed that she would always have one of us near by, should she need anything, and that we would be sure that she was never alone at the house in which she stayed. One morning, most everyone living at the house had gone, when I arrived. I knocked on the door, which was near Amelias room. I heard her call out, Yes? But she didnt hear my reply. I knocked again and a last person let me in. Just then, Amelia opened her bedroom door, brandishing her cane. Oh! I thought I heard everyone leave. I thought you might be a robber (we had told her earlier that the house, which was on a secluded street, had been broken into twice.) I was going to get you with my cane! Amelia was obviously tickled by the whole thing; later she told the story to her other angel. When she said she thought she was alone at the house, her listener protested, Amelia, we would never have left you alone at the house! Hungh, Amelia snorted, I can take care of myself. If she had been a robber, I would have knocked her out with my cane and waited for the police to come. She laughed so heartily, we knew she was telling the truth.
I am so grateful for the opportunity to spend time with this amazing woman. No one who came in contact with her will ever be the same. Those who missed her, were afraid of her, shunned her, just dont know what theyve lost. Amelia wasnt afraid when she marched across the Edmund Pettus Bridge, and now she isnt afraid of robbers, Dick Cheney, nor slanders about Lyndon Larouche. She is a beautiful soul, a fearless warrior for the truth, a rare treasure, as one of my friends kept repeating.
Meet Amelia Boynton Robinson:
Addressing the LaRouche Youth Movement student meeting, Nov. 9, 2005
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